My experience with drowning wasn't scary as I was too young to struggle. I stepped off the edge of the rocks at the Big Island Lake, Northern Manitoba where I played everyday making sawdust mudpies. I remember hearing the boat motor underwater and was scooped up and given mouth to mouth resuscitation about 50 yards from where I was playing. I was surprised to see all the people looking down at me cheering as I came to. It never deterred me from loving the lake, but my grandparents sold that cottage and bought one at Denare Beach where it is much shallower!